Oh you see that skin, it's the same she's been standing in

It has gotten so bad.

I cannot talk to my mother like a sane, rational human being. No, it's no where near possible and within seconds, it'll burst into this crazy verbal fight and we'll be at it like animals. Animals.

We simply can't communicate. I wonder when it was that my friend chose to leave me.

She doesn't understand what I'm saying, she pinpoints and makes ridiculous assumptions. I can't be bothered to explain since she won't get it anyway, I get defensive and the whole shit repeats itself.

Sometimes, it'll get to a point where I block out her voice completely. The saddest part is, it's so possible. I can actually shut her off.

It's like. Harping. Harping over things that aren't harp-worthy. I feel like screaming "Just drop it already". Wait I think I already have, I can't really remember. See, things are so bad and The Brother isn't making things better! He seems to bloody enjoy it.

It wouldn't hurt to talk about the good things once in a while, encourage, and appreciate. Instead of just going on and on about the bad stuff. I honestly believe she just sees what she wishes to see and ignores the rest. And that gets pretty tough.

I know what it looks like, the typical mother-daughter fights, but it's not normal for me, for us! It isn't! We're more like the best mother-daughter pair ever, I can (or used to) talk to her about everything. We're the kind that gossips together, think together, discuss together, everything together! We're the kind that every girl/mother envies and wishes to be.

But all that's changed. This part needs some getting used to, I understand. But I want the old us back. I'm really starting to miss it. I hope things improve. I need them to improve.

Well excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else, somebody who gave a damn, somebody a little more like myself